IV. 
EARLY  AMERICAN  POETRY 


ELEGIES  AND  EPITAPHS 


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IV. 


EARLY  AMERICAN  POETRY 


ELEGIES  AND  EPITAPHS 


1677—1717 


BOSTON 

THE   CLUB   OF   ODD   VOLUMES 
1896 


Copyright,  1896, 
BY  THE  CLUB  OF  ODD  VOLUMES. 


SIntbersttg 
JOHN  WILSON  AND  SON,  CAMBRIDGE,  U.S.A. 


MA  2*1 

CONTENTS. 


INTRODUCTION   (James  F.  Hunnewell). 

ELEGIE  ON  THE  REVEREND  THOMAS  SHEPARD,  1677, 
By  the  Reverend    Urian   Oakes. 

THREE  ELEGIES  AND  AN  EPITAPH. 

By  the  Reverend   Cotton  Mather. 

ON  THE  REVEREND  JOHN  WILSON. 

From  Johannes  in  Eremo,    1695. 

ON  SEVEN  YOUNG  MINISTERS. 

From   VigilantiuSy    1705. 

ON  EZEKIEL  CHEEVER. 

From   Corderius  Americanus,    1708. 

ON  THE  HON.  WAIT  WINTHROP. 

From  Hades  Looked  into,    1717. 


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ELEGIAC  POEMS  AND  EPITAPHS. 

1677—1717. 

ILEGIAC  POETRY  must  fill  this  vol 
ume  if  we  take  works  by  dates,  for  not 
only  was  little  else  produced  during 
many  years,  but  so  abundant  is  it  that 
it  would  easily  fill  another  volume.  For  variety  of 
subject,  however,  chronology  may  not  be  hereafter 
followed. 

The  first  poem  here  reproduced  seems  to  have 
been  the  first  that  was  written,  printed,  and  pub 
lished  with  its  own  title-page  in  our  country.  It  is 
An  Elegy  on  the  Reverend  Thomas  Shepard  of 
Charlestown,  by  the  Reverend  URIAN  OAKES.  Of 
the  latter  a  sketch  has  been  given  in  the  preface 
to  the  third  volume  of  this  series.  At  the  time 


IO  INTRODUCTION. 

he  wrote  the  Elegy  he  was  superintending  Harvard 
College.  Four  years  later  he  died. 

The  Reverend  Thomas  Shepard,  the  son  of  a 
distinguished  minister  of  Cambridge  who  bore  the 
same  name,  was  born  in  London  in  1634,  and  with 
his  father  came  to  New  England  in  1635.  In  1653 
he  graduated  at  Harvard.  Six  years  later  he  was 
ordained  teacher  of  the  Church  in  Charlestown, 
where,  until  1671,  he  was  an  associate  of  the  Rev 
erend  Zechariah  Symmes,  but  afterwards  he  was 
alone.  Mather  tells  us  (Magnalia,  189)  that  he 
"  was  as  Great  a  Blessing  and  Glory  as  ever  Charles- 
town  had/'  and  many  a  good  and  prominent  man 
had  already  lived  there. 

A  portion  of  this  Elegy  was  printed  in  small 
modern  type  by  the  Reverend  William  I.  Budington 
in  his  History  of  the  First  Church,  Charlestown. 
The  present  complete  and  exact  reproduction  is 
from  a  copy  owned  by  the  writer  that  belonged  to 
the  late  George  Brinley  of  Hartford,  in  the  cata 
logue  of  whose  library  it  is  called  excessively  rare, 
a  term  which  there  had  much  significance. 


INTRODUCTION.  1 1 

The  title-page,  supposed  to  be  the  first  of  a  poem 
both  written  and  printed  within  the  present  limits 
of  our  country,  is  reproduced  in  modern  type,  and 
in  fac-simile  by  process  (Heliotype  Company) 
which  shows  the  imperfect  type  and  inking  of  the 
original. 

Although  the  Reverend  COTTON  MATHER  wrote 
only  two  poems  issued  as  separate  publications,  he 
also  wrote  several  that  appear  as  parts  of  other 
works.  The  former  are  reproduced  in  the  third 
volume  of  this  series.  Three  of  the  latter  and  a 
long  Epitaph  that  shows  the  author's  Latin  are 
given  on  the  following  pages.  All  the  five  works, 
it  is  believed,  are  for  the  first  time  reproduced  in 
their  original  form,  page  for  page. 

Johannes  in  Eremo  contains  Lives  of  five  promi 
nent  ministers  republished  in  different  form  seven 
years  later  in  the  Magnalia,  as  also  was  the  poem 
on  the  Reverend  John  Wilson.  The  latter  is  here, 
perhaps  for  the  first  time,  reproduced  in  its  original 
style  from  a  fine  copy  of  the  rare  and  valuable 
edition  of  1695,  owned  by  Mr.  Sumner  Rollings- 


1 2  INTRODUCTION. 

worth.  Mr.  Wilson,  the  first  minister  of  Boston,  is 
so  well  known  that  no  sketch  of  him  is  needed 
here.  Born,  in  1588,  of  eminent  ancestry,  educated 
in  Law  and  in  Divinity,  he  came  to  Boston  in  1630. 
He  died  August  7th,  1667,  and  "was  Interrd  with 
more  than  Ordinary  Solemnity"  (Life,  p.  28). 

"  Vigilantius  .  .  A  Discourse  Occasioned  by  the 
Early  Death  of  Seven  Young  Ministers,"  was 
preached  "At  Boston  Lecture,  8.  d.  9.  m.  1705,"  on 
the  Text,  "  Therefore  be  ye  also  ready  "  (Matthew 
xxiv.  44).  The  pages  i  to  28  contain  the  Discourse, 
which  is  followed  by  a  poem,  exactly  reproduced  in 
this  volume  from  a  copy  that  belongs  to  Mr.  Abram 
E.  Cutter  of  Charlestown.  By  his  courtesy  the 
Club  is  enabled  to  present  a  very  rare  work  found 
in  few  libraries. 

While  only  two  of  the  Ministers  are  named  in 
the  poem,  all  are  in  the  Discourse,  but  with  little 
or  no  biographical  information.  "  TOMPSON  of 
Marfhfield"  was  Edward,  born  April  20,  1665, 
H.  C.,  1684,  and  minister  there  from  Oct.  14,  1696, 
until  he  died,  March  10,  1705,  aged  40.  (Drake, 


INTRODUCTION.  1 3 

913.)  "  MORSE,  at  Newtown"  [L.  I.],  was  John, 
who  died  there  unmarried  about  1700.  (Morse 
Gen.,  4.)  The  family  seems  to  have  been  there 
many  years.  "WAKEMAN,  at  Newark"  [N.J.],  "a 
young  man  of  distinguished  attainments,"  died  in 
1704.  (Barber,  178.)  "An  HUBBARD,  at  Jamaica. 
A  John  indeed  ,"  was  (?)  a  graduate  of  Harvard  who 
died  in  1705.  (Hubbard  Gen.,  101.)  "From  the 
Northward  .  .  first,  a  WADE  at  Berwick"  was  the 
first  pastor  when  the  church  was  organized  there  in 
1702.  (Abbot,  Hist.  Me.,  288.)  He  was  then  or 
dained,  and  died  in  1704.  (Sullivan,  246.)  "GARD 
NER,  at  Lancaster"  was  Andrew,  H.  C.,  1696,  acci 
dentally  shot  just  before  his  settlement  (Willard, 
115),  Oct.  25,  1704,  aged  30.  (Records,  148.) 
"  Laft  of  all,  a  CLARK,  at  Exeter"  John,  born  Jan. 
24,  1670,  H.  C.,  1690,  was  minister  of  Exeter,  N.  H., 
from  1693  until  he  died,  July  25,  1705,  aged  35. 
(Bell's  Exeter,  171-176.) 

Corderius  Americanus,  1708,  contains  an  Elegy 
and  an  Epitaph  on  Mr.  Ezekiel  Cheever,  which  are 
here  reproduced  in  the  original  form  and  style  from 


14  INTRODUCTION. 

a  copy  owned  by  the  writer.  Both,  but  not  in  the 
same  form,  were  reprinted  by  John  T.  Hassam,  Esq., 
in  his  Life  of  Ezekiel  Cheever  (Boston,  1879). 
There  was  an  edition  in  1774,  and  another,  abridged 
and  altered  by  the  Rev.  E.  C.  Whitman,  in  1828, 
both  Boston ;  also  a  Life  by  H.  Barnard,  Hartford, 
1856,  with  the  Elegy  in  very  small  type,  in  double 
columns. 

Mr.  Cheever,  born  in  London,  January  25,  1614, 
came  to  Boston  in  1637,  and  soon  moved  to  New 
Haven.  In  November,  1650,  he  went  to  Ipswich. 
November  26,  1661,  he  was  at  Charlestown,  where 
he  stayed  until  early  in  1671,  when  he  went  to  Bos 
ton.  There  he  died,  August  21,  1708.  At  each  of 
these  American  places  he  was  a  schoolmaster;  in 
each  he  was  much  esteemed. 

To  these  memorials  in  verse  a  Latin  Epitaph  is 
added  from  a  rare  work  owned  by  Mr.  Sumner 
Hollingsworth. 

Hades  Look'd  into,  1717,  is  a  small  octavo  con 
taining  (pp.  i-vi)  a  Preface  by  Dr.  Increase  Mather, 
and  (pp4  1-42)  a  Sermon  followed  by  the  Epitaph- 


INTRODUCTION.  15 

ium,  by  his  son.  The  latter  gives  so  many  partic 
ulars  about  its  subject,  the  Hon.  Wait  Winthrop, 
that  few  more  are  needed  here.  He  was  a  promi 
nent  member  of  one  of  the  most  distinguished 
families  in  New  England.  "  He  fpent"  says  the 
Preface,  "moft  of  his  Days  in  the  Maffachufett- 
Colony ;  where  many  of  the  mojl  Honourable  Sta 
tions  in  the  Government  were  affignd  unto  him.  .  .  . 
His  Good  Affection  to  the  True  and  Be/I  Inter  eft  of 
New  England,  was  continually  demonftrated"  From 
the  few  recording  leaves  that  time  has  spared,  the 
Odd  Volumes  may  well  reproduce  a  testimonial  to 
such  a  man. 

This  volume  is  already  larger  than  its  predeces 
sors,  and  only  a  brief  mention  will  be  made  of  other 
works  by  the  Reverend  Cotton  Mather  containing 
poems  that  the  Club  may  hereafter  reproduce. 

The  Christian  Thank-Off ering,  1696,  contains  a 
versified  paraphrase  of  the  iO3d  Psalm. 

Maschil,  1702,  The  A,  B,  C,  of  Religion,  1713, 
and  The  Way  of  Truth,  1721,  have  a  "Body  of 
Divinity  Versified." 


1 6  INTRODUCTION. 

Monica  Americana,  a  Funeral  Sermon  on  Mrs. 
Sarah  Leverett,  1705,  has,  on  pages  29-32,  "A 
Lacrymatory:  Defign'd  for  the  Tears  let  fall  at 
the  Funeral  of  Mrs.  SARAH  LEVERET  ;  Who  Dy'd, 
2  d.  ii  m.  1704-5." 

JAMES  F.  HUNNEWELL. 
JUNE  10,  1896. 


ELEGIE 

ON   THE 

REVEREND  THOMAS   SHEPARD 


1677 


AN    ELE  GIE 

UPON 

The  Deatb't-te  'Reverend 


Late  Teacher  of  tie  Church  at 
in 


By  a  great  Admiurof  his  Worth, and  tfue  Mcurcet  for 


_ 

i  f  7  i.  Tli*  t  i£ktttus  perifatb>  mdto  man  layctb  it  to  lea.  i9 
m.refi'1  men  are  ta^tn  *»af,  now  coxpdfrivgtb'dt  tie  rtjbtg. 

out   if  tQ'zsn  tWUjfMHtnibttl'iltQC&Hh 

Z?ch.  1-5,0  .  Vowr  tattetiwfaf*r*ttotA*+fi*  Pitfi 

ber  Hvtfor  wtf?  but  my  word*  and  my  pOtUttr,»bub  I  u 


Father^ 

Hcb.  13  7     Remember,  tkm  nhicb  bed  the  fx*  ovtr  row, 
Wbo  kajt/L^hn  *nfQ  >outte  \vtrd  ~ 

t  o  njtdt  tingim  c*  d  oftbcir  con  vtv\ati 


"Printed  by  Samuel  fyecn.   1677,      g| 


AN     ELEGIE 

UPON 

The  Death  of  the  Reverend 

Mr.  THOMAS  SHEPARD, 

Late  Teacher  of  the  Church  at 
Charlstown  in  New—England: 


By  a  great  Admirer  of  his  Worth,  and  true  Mourner  for 

his  Death. 

Ifai.  57  I.  The  righteous  perijheth,  and  no  man  layetb  it  to  heart, 
and  merciful  men  are  taken  away,  none  confidering  that  the  righte 
ous  is  taken  away  from  the  evil  to  come. 

Zech.  I.  5,  6.  Your  Fathers  where  are  they\  And  the  Prophets 
do  they  live  for  ever  ?  but  my  words  and  my  ftatutes,  which  I  com 
manded  my  fervants  the  Prophets,  did  they  not  take  hold  of  your 
Fathers  ? 

Heb.  13.  7.  Remember  them  which  had  the  rule  over  you, 
who  have  spoken  unto  you  the  word  of  God,  whofe  Faith  follow, 
confidering  the  end  of  their  converfation. 


CAMBRIDGE, 

Printed  by  Samuel  Green.  1677. 


To  the  Reader. 

(i) 

D  Eader  \  I  am  no  Poet :  but  I  grieve  \ 

•TV  Behold  here,  what  that  pajfion  can  do  \ 
That  fore  d  a  verfe,  without  Apollo's  leave. 
And  whether  tti  Learned  Siflters  would  or  no. 

My  Griefs  can  hardly  fpeak:  my  Jobbing  Mufe 
In  broken  terms  our  fad  bereavement  rues. 

(2) 

/  wonder  what  the  learned  World ftill  ailes, 
To  tune  and  face  their  Jorrows  and  complaints 
In  Rhythm  and  Verfe  \     He  that  his  crojfes  wailes 
Indeed,  would  vent  his  griefs  without  reftraints. 

To  tye  our  grief  to  numbers,  meajures,  feety 

Is  not  to  let  it  loofe,  but  fetter  it. 

(3) 

Is  this  it  ?  that  a  Poets  f  offer  heart 

Of  great  imprejjions  Jufceptible  is  ? 
He  wifely  doth  perform  his  mourning  part 
In  Verfe,  lejl  grief  Jhould  time  and  meajure  mifs. 
But  griefs  unmeajurable  would  not  be 
CurVd,  and  reitfd-in  by  meajurd  Poetry. 

(4) 

Stop,  flop  my  Pen  \  left  Ifrael's  Jlnger  Jweet 
Should  be  condemn  dy  who,  in  that  Song  of  ttt  Bowy 
To  vent  his  pajjionate  complaints  thought  meet, 
And  to  bewail  his  great  Friends  overthrow. 

King  David  in  an  Elegiack  Knell, 

Rung  out  his  dolours,  when  dear  Jonathan  fell 

(5) 
No  matter  what's  the  trifling  Poets  Vfe, 

^H  Imperious  Law  of  cuftome  we  deride : 

We  have  Diviner  Warrant  to  produce, 

The  Soveraign,  Sacred  Poet  is  our  guide. 

He  wept  his  Friend  in  verje :  then  let  us  try, 
Now  Shepard's/^/w,  to  write  his  Elegy. 

U.  O, 


(3) 


AN    ELEGIE 

Upon  that  Reverend,  Learned,  Eminently  Pious,  and  Singularly 
Accompliflied  Divine,  my  ever  Honoured  BROTHER 

Mr.   THOMAS  SHEPARD, 

The  late  Faithful  and  Worthy  Teacher  of  the  Church  of  Chrift 

at  Charljhwn  in  New-England. 

Who  finifhed  his  Courfe  on  Earth,  and  went  to  receive 
his  Crown,  December  22,    1677. 

In  the  43d   Year  of  his  Age. 


|H  !  that  I  were  a  Poet  now  in  grain  ! 
How  would  I  invocate  the  Mufes  all 
To  deign  their  prefence,  lend  their  flowing  Vein, 
And  help  to  grace  dear  Shepara's  Funeral  ! 
How  would  I  paint  our  griefs,  and  fuccours  borrow 
From  Art  and  Fancy,  to  limn  out  our  sorrow  ! 

...(*) 

Now  could  I  wifh  (if  wifhing  would  obtain) 
The  fprightli'eft  Efforts  of  Poetick  Rage, 
To  vent  my  Griefs,  make  others  feel  my  pain, 
For  this  lofs  of  the  Glory  of  our  Age. 

Here  is  a  fubject  for  the  loftiest  Verfe 

That  ever  waited  on  the  bravest  Hearfe. 

A2  And 


[4] 
[    3    ] 

And  could  my  Pen  ingenioufly  diftill 
The  pureft  fpirits  of  a  fparkling  wit 
In  rare  conceits,  the  quinteflence  of  {kill 
In  Elegiack  Strains  ;  none  like  to  it : 

I  fhould  think  all  too  little  to  condole 
The  fatal  lofs  (to  us)  of  fuch  a  Soul. 

[4] 

Could  I  take  higheft  Flights  of  Fancy,  foar 

Aloft ;  If  Wits  Monopoly  were  mine  : 

All  would  be  much  too  low,  too  light,  too  poor, 

To  pay  due  tribute  to  this  great  Divine. 

Ah !    Wit  avails  not,  when  th'  Heart's  like  to  break, 
Great  griefs  are  Tongue-ti'ed,  when  the  lefler  fpeak. 

[  5] 
Away  loofe  rein'd  Careers  of  Poetry, 

The  celebrated  Sifters  may  be  gone ; 

We  need  no  Mourning  Womens  Elegy, 

No  forc'd,  affected,  artificial  Tone. 

Great  and  good  SheparcT s  Dead  !    Ah  !    this  alone 
Will  fet  our  eyes  abroach,  diflblve  a  ftone. 

[6  ] 

Poetick  Raptures  are  of  no  efteem, 

Daring  Hyperboles  have  here  no  place, 

Luxuriant  wits  on  fuch  a  copious  Theme, 

Would  mame  themfelves,  and  blufh  to  mew  their  face 
Here's  worth  enough  to  overmatch  the  fkill 
Of  the  moft  ftately  Poet  Laureafs  £>uill. 

Ex- 


[5] 
]  7  ] 

Exube'rant  Fancies  ufelefs  here  I  deem, 
Tranfcendent  vertue  fcorns  feign' d  Elogies  : 
He  that  gives  Shepard  half  his  due,  may  ieem, 
If  Strangers  hear  it,  to  Hyperbolize. 

Let  him  that  can,  tell  what  his  vertues  were, 
And  fay,  this  Star  mov'd  in  no  common  Sphere. 

I   «   I 
Here  need  no  Spices,  Odours,  curious  Arts, 

No  fkill  of  Egypt,  to  embalm  the  Name 

Of  fuch  a  Worthy :  let  men  fpeak  their  hearts, 

They  '1  fay,  He  merits  an  Immortal  Fame, 

When  Shepard  is  forgot,  all  muft  conclude, 

This  is  prodigious  ingratitude. 

I   9    I 
But  live  he  mall  in  many  a  gratefull  Breaft, 

Where  he  hath  rear'd  himfelf  a  Monument, 

A  Monument  more  {lately  than  the  beft, 

On  which  Immenfeft  Treafures  have  been  fpent. 

Could  you  but  into  th'  Hearts  of  thoufands  peep, 
There  would  you  read  his  Name  engraven  deep. 

[    10] 

Oh !  that  my  head  were  Waters,  and  mine  Eyes 
A  flowing  Spring  of  Tears,  ftill  ifluing  forth 
In  Streams  of  bitternefs,  to  folemnize 
The  Obits  of  this  Man  of  matchlefs  worth  ! 

Next  to  the  Tears  our  (ins  do  need  and  crave, 
I  would  beftow  my  Tears  on  Shepards  Grave. 

A  Not 


[6] 

(  "  ) 
Not  that  he  needs  our  Tears :  for  he  hath  dropt 

His  meafure  full ;  not  one  Tear  more  fhall  fall 
Into  God's  Bottle  from  his  eyes ;  Death  ftopt 
That  water-courfe,  his  forrows  ending  all. 

He  Fears,  he  Cares,  he  Sighs,  he  Weeps  no  more : 
Hee's  pad  all  ftorms,  Arriv'd  at  th'  wiihed  Shoar. 

[    12    ] 

Dear  Shepard  could  we  reach  fo  high  a  ftrain 

Of  pure  Seraphick  love,  as  to  deveft 

Our  felves,  and  love,  of  felf-refpects,  thy  gain 

Would  joy  us,  though  it  crofs  our  intereft. 

Then  would  we  filence  all  complaints  with  this, 
Our  Deareft  Friend  is  doubtlefs  gone  to  Blifs. 

( 13 ) 

Ah !  but  the  Leffon's  hard,  thus  to  deny 
Our  own  dear  felves,  to  part  with  fuch  a  Loan 
Of  Heaven  (in  time  of  fuch  neceflity) 
And  love  thy  comforts  better  than  our  own. 

Then  let  us  moan  our  lofs,  adjourn  our  glee, 
Till  we  come  thither  to  rejoice  with  thee. 

[HJ 

As  when  fome  formidable  Comets  blaze, 

As  when  Portentous  Prodigies  appear, 
Poor  mortals  with  amazement  ftand  and  gaze, 
With  hearts  affrighted,  and  with  trembling  fear : 
So  are  we  all  amazed  at  this  blow, 
Sadly  portending  fome  approaching  woe. 

We 


[7] 


We  fhall  not  fummon  bold  Aflrologers, 
To  tell  us  what  the  Stars  fay  in  the  cafe, 
(Thofe  Coufm-Germans  to  black  Conjurers) 
We  have  a  facred  Oracle  that  fays, 

When  th'  Righteous  perifh,  men  of  mercy  go, 

It  is  a  fure  prefage  of  coming  wo. 

[  16  ] 

He  was  (ah  woful  word  !  to  fay  he  was) 
Our  wreflling  Ifrael,  fecond  unto  none, 
The  man  that  flood  i'  th'  gap,  to  keep  the  pafs, 
To  flop  the  Troops  of  Judgements  pjufhing  on. 
This  man  the  honour  had  to  hold  the  hand* 
Of  an  incenfed  God  againfl  our  Land. 


When  fuch  a  Pillar's  fain  (Oh  fuch  an  one  !  ) 
When  fuch  a  glorious,  mining  Light's  put  out, 
When  Chariot  and  Horfemen  thus  are  gone  ; 
Well  may  we  fear  fome  Downfal,  Darknefs,  Rout, 

When  fuch  a  Bank's  broke  down,  there  's  fad  occaffion 
To  wail,  and  dread  fome  grievous  Inundation. 

[   18  ] 

What  !  mufl  we  with  our  God,  and  Glory  part  ? 

Lord  !  is  thy  Treaty  with  New-England  come 

Thus  to  an  end  ?     And  is  War  in  thy  Heart  ? 

That  this  AmbafTadour  is  called  home. 

So  Earthly  Gods  (Kings)  when  they  War  intend, 
Call  home  their  Miniflers,  and  Treaties  end. 

Oh 


[8] 

C   19  ] 

Oh  for  the  Raptures,  Tranfports,  Infpirations 

Of  IJraeFs  Singers^  when  his  Jonathans  Fall 

So  tun'ed  his  mourning  Harp  !  what  Lamentations 

Then  would  I  make  for  Shepards  Funeral ! 

How  truly  can  I  fay,  as  well  as  He  ? 

My  dear  eft  Er  other  I'm  diftreJJTdfor  thee. 

[20] 

How  Lovely,  Worthy,  Peerlefs,  in  my  view  ? 

How  Precious,  Pleafant  haft  thou  been  to  me  ? 

How  Learned,  Prudent,  Pious,  Grave,  and  True  ? 

And  what  a  Faithful  Friend  ?  who  like  to  thee  ? 
Mine  Eye's  defire  is  vanifhed ;  who  can  tell 
Where  lives  my  deareft  Shepard's  Parallel  ? 

[  «  ] 

'T  is  ftrange  to  think :  but  we  may  well  believe, 
That  not  a  few  of  different  Perfwafions 
From  this  great  Worthy,  do  now  truly  grieve 
T  th'  Mourning  croud,  and  joyn  their  Lamentations. 
Such  Powers  Magnetick  had  He  to  draw  to  Him 
The  very  Hearts,  and  Souls,  of  all  that  knew  Him  ! 

C  "   ] 

Art,  Nature,  Grace,  in  Him  were  all  combin'd 
To  fhew  the  World  a  matchlefs  Paragon : 
In  whom  of  Radiant  Virtues  no  lefs  fliin'd, 
Than  a  whole  Conftellation  :  but  hee's  gone  ! 

Hee's  gone  alas  !  Down  in  the  Duft  muft  ly 
As  much  of  this  rare  Perfon  as  could  dy. 

If 


[9] 


If  to  have  folid  Judgement,  Pregnant  Parts, 
A  piercing  Wit,  and  comprehenfive  Brain  ; 
If  to  have  gone  the  Round  of  all  the  Arts, 
Immunity  from  Deaths  Arreft  would  gain, 

Shepard  would  have  been  Death-proof,  and  fecure 
From  that  All  conquering  Hand,  Jm  very  fure. 

[  24] 

If  Holy  Life,  and  Deeds  of  Charity, 

If  Grace  illuftrious,  and  Virtue  tri'ed, 

If  modeft  Carriage,  rare  Humility, 

Could  have  brib'd  Death,  good  Shepard  had  not  di'ed. 

Oh  !  but  inexorable  Death  attacks 

The  beft  Men,  and  promifcu'ous  havock  makes. 


Come  tell  me,  Criticks,  have  you  ever  known 

Such  Zeal,  fo  temper'  d  well  with  moderation  ? 

Such  Prudence,  and  fuch  Inno'cence  met  in  one  ? 

Such  Parts,  fo  little  Pride  and  Oftentation  ? 
Let  Momus  carp,  and  Envy  do  her  worft, 
And  fwell  with  Spleen  and  Rancour  till  me  burft. 

[  26  ] 

To  be  defcended  well,  doth  that  commend  ? 

Can  Sons  their  Fathers  Glory  call  their  own  ? 

Our  Shepard  ]iafibf  might  to  this  pretend, 

(His  BlefTed  Father  was  of  high  Renown, 

Both  Englands  fpeak  him  great,  admire  his  Name) 
But  his  own  perfonal  worth's  better  claim. 

B 


[10] 

[*7  ] 

Great  was  the  Father,  once  a  glorious  Light 
Among  us,  Famous  to  an  high  Degree  : 
Great  was  this  Son  ;  indeed  (to  do  him  right) 
As  Great  and  Good  (to  fay  no  more)  as  He. 
A  double  portion  of  his  Fathers  Spirit 
Did  this  (his  Eldest)  Son,  through  Grace,  inherit. 


His  Look  commanded  Reverence  and  Awe, 

Though  Mild  and  Amiable,  not  Auflere  : 

Well  Humourd  was  He  (as  I  ever  faw) 

And  rul'd  by  Love  and  Wifdome,  more  than  Fear. 
The  Mufes,  and  the  Graces  too,  confpir'd 
To  fet  forth  this  Rare  Piece,  to  be  admir'd 

[29] 

He  govern'd  well  the  Tongue  (that  bufie  thing, 

Unruly,  Lawlefs  and  Pragmatical) 

Gravely  Referv'd,  in  Speech  not  lavifhing, 

Neither  too  fparing,  nor  too  liberal. 

His  Words  were  few,  well  feafon'd,  wifely  weigh'd 
And  in  his  Tongue  the  Law  of  Kindnefs  fway'd 

C  30  ] 

Learned  he  was  beyond  the  common  Size, 
Befriended  much  by  Nature  in  his  Wit, 
And  Temper,  (Sweet,  Sedate,  Ingenious,  Wife) 
And  (which  crown'd  all)  he  was  Heav'ens  Favorite. 
On  whom  the  God  of  all  Grace  did  command, 
And  fhow'r  down  Bleffings  with  a  lib'eral  hand. 

Wife 


Wife  He,  not  wily,  was  ;  Grave,  not  Morofe ; 

Not  ftiffe,  but  fteady ;  Seri'ous,  but  not  Sowre ; 

Concern' d  for  all,  as  if  he  had  no  Foes ; 

[Strange  if  he  had ! )  and  would  not  waft  an  Hour. 
Thoughtful  and  Active  for  the  common  good : 
And  yet  his  own  place  wifely  underftood. 

;  [  32  ] 

Nothing  could  make  him  ftray  from  Duty  :  Death 

Was  not  fo  frightful  to  him,  as  Omiflion 

Of  Minifterial  work  ;  he  fear'd  no  breath 

Infe&i'ous,  i'th'difcharge  of  his  CommirTion. 

Rather  than  run  from 's.  work,  he  chofe  to  dy, 
Boldly  to  run  on  Death,  than  duty  fly. 

[  33   ] 

(Cruel  Difeafe  !  that  didft  (like  High-way-men) 

Aflault  the  honeft  Traveller  in  his  way, 
And  rob  dear  Shepard  of  his  life  (Ah  ! )  then, 
When  he  was  on  the  Road,  where  Duty  lay. 

Forbear,  bold  Pen !  'twas  God  that  took  him  thus, 
To  give  him  great  Reward,  and  punim  us, 

[   34    ] 

Zealous  in  God's  caufe,  but  meek  in  his  own ; 
Modeft  of  Nature,  bold  as  any  Lion, 
Where  Conference  was  concerned :  and  there  was  none[?] 
More  conftant  Mourners  for  afflicted  Sion. 

So  gene'ral  was  his  care  for  th'  Churches  all, 
His  Spirit  feemed  Apoftolical. 

B  2  Large 


[12] 

[35  ] 

Large  was  his  Heart,  to  fpend  without  regret, 

Rejoycing  to  do  good:  not  like  thofe  Moles 
That  root  i'  th'  Earth,  or  roam  abroad,  to  get 
All  for  themfelves  (thofe  forry,  narrow  Souls  ! ) 

But  He,  like  th*  Sun  (i'  th'  Center,  as  fome  fay) 
Diffus'd  his  Rayes  of  Goodnefs  every  way. 

l  36  i 

He  breath'd  Love,  and  purfu'd  Peace  in  his  day, 

As  if  his  Soul  were  made  of  Harmony  : 

Scarce  ever  more  of  Goodnefs  crouded  lay 

In  fuch  a  piece  of  frail  Mortality. 

Sure  Father  Wiljons  genuine  Son  was  he, 
New-England's  Paul  had  fuch  a  Timothy. 

[  37   ] 

No  Slave  to  th' Worlds  grand  Idols ;  but  he  flew 

At  Fairer  Quarries,  without  {looping  down 
To  Sublunary  prey :  his  great  Soul  knew 
Ambition  none,  but  of  the  Heave'nly  Crown. 

How  he  hath  won  it,  and  mall  wear't  with  Honour, 
Adoring  Grace,  and  God  in  Chriil,  the  Donour. 

[38] 

A  Friend  to  Truth,  a  conftant  Foe  to  Errour, 
Powerful  i'  th'  Pulpit,  and  sweet  in  converfe, 
To  weak  ones  gentle,  to  th'  Profane  a  Terrour. 
Who  can  his  vertues,  and  good  works  rehearfe  ? 
The  Scripture  Bishops-Character  read  o're, 
Say  this  was  Shepards :  what  need  I  fay  more  ? 

I  fay 


[13] 

[  39  ] 
I  fay  no  more :  let  them  that  can  declare 

His  rich  and  rare  endowments,  paint  this  Sun, 

With  all  its  dazling  Rayes:  But  I  defpair, 

Hopelefs  by  any  hand  to  fee  it  done. 

They  that  can  Shepards  goodnefs  well  difplay, 
Muft  be  as  good  as  he  :  But  who  are  they  ? 

[    40    ] 

See  where  our  Siller  Charlftown  fits  and  Moans ! 

Poor  Widowed  Charlftown  \  all  in  Duft,  in  Tears  ! 

Mark  how  me  wrings  her  hands  !  hear  how  me  groans  ! 

See  how  me  weeps  !  what  forrow  like  to  hers  ! 

Charlftown^  that  might  for  joy  compare  of  late 
With  all  about  her,  now  looks  defolate. 

[  41  ] 

As  you  have  feen  fome  Pale,  Wan,  Ghaftly  look, 
When  grifly  Death,  that  will  not  be  faid  nay, 
Hath  seiz'd  all  for  it  felf,  Pofleflion  took, 
And  turn'd  the  Soul  out  of  its  houfe  of  Clay : 

So  vifag'd  is  poor  Charhtown  at  this  day; 

Shcpardy  her  very  Soul,  is  torn  away. 

'  ,  C   4*   ] 

Cambridge  groans  under  this  fo  heavy  crofs, 

And  Sympathizes  with  her  Sister  dear ; 
Renews  her  Griefs  afrefh  for  her  old  lofs 
Of  her  own  Shepard,  and  drops  many  a  Tear. 

Cambridge  and  Charhtown  now  joint  Mourners  are, 
And  this  tremendous  lofs  between  them  mare. 

B  3  Muft 


[14] 

Muft  Learnings  Friend  (Ah !  worth  us  all)  [go  thus(?)] 

That  Great  Support  to  Harvards  Nurfery  | 

Our  Fellow  (that  no  Fellow  had  with  us) 

Is  gone  to  Heave'ns  great  Univerfity. 

Our's  now  indeed's  a  lifelefs  Corporation, 
The  Soul  is  fled,  that  gave  it  Animation  \ 

_  C  44  ] 

Poor  Harvard's  Sons  are  in  their  Mourning  Drefs, 

Their  fure  Friend's  gone!  their  Hearts  hzveput  on  Mour [ning,] 
Within  their  Walls  are  Sighs,  Tears,  Penfiveness ; 
Their  new  Foundations  dread  an  overturning. 

Harvard  \  where 's  fuch  a  fail  Friend  left  to  [thee] 
Unlefs  thy  great  Friend,  LEVERET,  it  [be.] 

[  45  ] 
We  muft  not  with  our  greateft  Soveraign  ftrive 

Who  dare  find  fault  with  him  that  is  moil  Hig[h] 

That  hath  an  abfolute  Prerogative, 

And  doth  his  pleafure :  none  may  ask  him,  why 

We're  Clay-lumps,  Duft-heaps,  nothings  in  his  fig[ht] 
The  Judge  of  all  the  Earth  doth  always  right. 

[  46  ] 

Ah !  could  not  Prayers  and  Tears  prevail  with  God 

Was  there  no  warding  off  that  dreadful  Blow ! 

And  was  there  no  averting  of  that  Rod ! 

Muft  Shepard  dy  !  and  that  good  Angel  go  ! 

Alas !  our  heinous  fins  (more  than  our  hairs) 

It  feems,  were  louder,  and  out-crie'd  our  Prayers. 

See 

NOTE.     Letters  at  ends  of  the  lines   [enclosed]   are  written  in  an  old 
hand,  with  ink  now  faded,  to  supply  those  not  impressed  by  the  type. 


C'5] 
[47  ] 

See  what  our  fins  have  done  |  what  Ruines  wrought 

And  how  they  have  pluck'd  out  our  very  eyes ! 

Our  fins  have  flain  our  Shepard  \  we  have  bought, 

And  dearly  paid  for,  our  Enormities. 

An  Curfed  fins !  that  ftrike  at  God,  and  kill 
His  Servants,  and  the  Blood  of  Prophets  {pill. 

[  48  ] 

As  you  would  loath  the  Sword  that 's  warm  and  red, 
As  you  would  hate  the  hands  that  are  embru'd 
I*  th'  Hearts-blood  of  your  deareft  Friends :  fo  dread, 
And  hate  your  fins  ;  Oh  !  let  them  be  purfu'd  ; 

Revenges  take  on  bloody  fins :  for  there's 

No  Refuge-City  for  thefe  Murtherers. 

[  49  ] 

In  vain  we  build  the  Prophets  Sepulchers, 

In  vain  bedew  their  Tombs  with  Tears,  when  Dead; 
In  vain  bewail  the  Deaths  of  Minifters, 
Whileft  Prophet-killing  fins  are  harboured. 

Thofe  that  thefe  Murth'erous  Traitors  favour,  hide ; 

And  with  the  blood  of  Prophets  deeply  di'ed 

[50] 

New-England  I  know  thy  Heart-plague:  feel  this  blow; 

A  blow  that  forely  wounds  both  Head  and  Heart, 

A  blow  that  reaches  All,  both  high  and  low, 

A  blow  that  may  be  felt  in  every  part. 

Mourn  that  this  Great  Mans  fain  in  Ifraet: 
Left  it  be  faid,  with  him  New-England  fell  \ 

Farewel 


C  5i   ] 

Farewel,  Dear  Shepard  !  Thou  art  gone  before. 

Made  free  of  Heaven,  where  thou  fhalt  ling  loud  Hymns 

Of  High  triumphant  Praifes  evermore, 

In  the  fweet  Quire  of  Saints  and  Seraphims. 

Lord !  look  on  us  here,  clogg'd  with  fin  and  clay, 
And  we,  through  Grace,  fhall  be  as  happy  as  they. 

[5*] 

My  Deareft,  Inmoft,  Bofome-Friend  is  Gone ! 
Gone  is  my  fweet  Companion,  Soul's  delight ! 
Now  in  an  Huddling  Croud  I  'm  all  alone, 
And  almofl  could  bid  all  the  World  Goodnight  : 

Bleft  be  my  Rock  !  God  lives :  Oh  let  him  be, 

As  He  is  All,  to  All  in  All  to  me. 

The  Bereaved,  Sorrowful 

Urian  Oakes 


ELEGY 


JOHN    WILSON 


JOHANNES   io    (grcnuu 
&9ntiou#,   Rehtfog  fo  the 

LIVES 

OF      THE 

Etfer-MEMORABLE, 
Mr.    JOHN      COTTON, 

who  Dyed,  z;.//.io.w.  r6ci. 
Mr.   J>0  H  N      NORTON, 

Who  /Dyed,  ^d.*m.  1661. 
Mr.    J,O  H  N        WILSON, 

Who   Dyed,  7/6  m.  1667. 
Mr.    J  O  |jt-lf      DAVENPORT, 

Who  Dyed,  i$.d.i.nj.  1670. 
Reverend  arid  Renownad  Miftifte'rt  6f  the 
Goipcl,  Al^  in  the  more  Immediate  Service 
of  4Dne    4ft>urc^,    in  Boftoni 

AND 
Mr.     THOMAS        HOOKER, 

Who  Dyed,  *?.J.f.M.  1647. 
Paftor  of  che  Church  at  Hartford- 


by  GOTtOfc    MATHER. 


Fortet  -ninns  Videor*  Laudet   Carfare   MEORUK4 ; 
Forte*  writs  tineret  Vidtot    celebrate   rcpoftos   ; 
Nion  it  a  me  Facilem  Sine  Vtro  Credite  ' 


Printed  for  and  £>old  by  Michael  Perr^,at  his  Shop, 
»nder  the  Weft  End  oF  the  Town-Houfe.  169  f . 


Extract  from  an  Elegy 

By  Mr.  Thomas  Shepard  on  Mr.  John  Wilson 
on  page  36  of  the  Life. 

Whofo  of  A  braham,  Mo/es,  Samuel,  Reads, 

Or  of  Elijah's  or  Eli/ha's  Deeds, 

Would  furely  fay,  Their  Spirit  and  Power  was  his, 

And  think  there  were  a  Mctcmffychofis. 

As  Aged  John,  th<  Apoftle  us£d  to  Ble/s 

The  People,  which  they  Judg'd  their  Happinefs, 

So  did  we  count  it  worth  our  Pilgrimage 

Unto  him  for  his  EleJJing^  in  his  Age. 


Some    OFFERS 

To   Embalm    the  MEMORY   of  the 
Truly 

Reverend  and  Renowned, 
JOHN  WILSON  ; 

The  Firft  Paftor  of  Bo/Ion,  in  New  England-, 
Interr'd  (  and  a  Great  Part  of  his  Countries 
Glory  with  him )  Auguft.  1 1.  1667.  Aged,  79. 

Might 


Mr.  JOHN  WILSON  43 


Rod(fuchFuneratsmayrit  beZ)ry) 
But  broach  the  Rock,  t'  would  gufh  pure  Elegy, 
To  round  the  Wildernefs  with  purling  Layes, 
And  tell  the  World,  the  Great  Saint  WILSONS 
Praife. 

Here's  ONILj(PtarIs  are  not  in  great  clufters  found) 
Here's  ONE,  the  Skill  of  Tongues  and  Arts  had 

Crown'd 

H  erecs  O  NE(by  frequentMartyrdome  tcwas  Try  cd) 
That  could  forego  Skill,  Pelf,  and  Life  befide, 
ForCHRIST;  Both  .ENGLANDSZ>*r%,  whom 

in  Swarms 
They  Prefs'd  to  See,  and  Hear,  and  felt  his  Charms. 

Tis  ONE,  (when  will  it  Rife  to  Number  Two  ? 
The  World  at  once  can  but  ONE  Phcenix  Show  :) 
For  7V0/£,aPAUL;  CEPHAS,  for  Zeal  -,  for  Love, 
A  JOHN;  infpir'd  by  the  Celeftial  Dove. 
ABRA'MS  true  Son  for  Faith  \  and  in  his  Tent 
Angels  oft  had  their  Table  and  Content. 

So  Humble,  that  alike  oncs  Charity, 
Wrought  Extract  Gent  :  with  Extract  Rudij. 
Pardon  this  Fault  ;  his  Great  Excefs  lay  there  , 
He'd  Trade  for  Heaven,  with  all  he  came  anear  ; 
His  Meat,  Clothes,  Ca/h,  heed  ftill  for  Ventures  fend. 
Confign'd,  Per  Brother  Lazarus,  his  Friend. 

Mighty 


ife  of 

Mighty  in  Prayer ;  his  Hand  ;  Uplifted  reachcd 
Mercies  High  Throne,  and  thence  ftrange  Bounties 

fetch'd, 

Once  and  again,  and  oft :  So  felt  by  all. 
Who  Weef  his  Death,  as  a  Departing  Paul. 
All;  Yea,  Baptised  with  Tears,  Lo,  Children  come, 
( Their  Baptifm  he  maintain(d  !    )  unto  his  Tomb. 

cTcwixt  an  Apoftle,  and  Evangelijl, 

Let  ftand  his  Order  in  the  Heavenly  Lift. 

Had  we  the  Coftly  Alablafter  Box, 

What's  Left,  weecd  fpend  on  this  New-Englifh 

KNOX; 

True  KnoXy  fillcd  with  that  Great  Reformers  Grace, 
In  Truths  Juft  caufe,  fearing  no  Mortals  Face. 

Chrift'-s  Word,it  was  his  Life,Chrift  sChurch,h\sCarem, 
And  fo  Great  with  him  his  Lea/I  Brethren  were, 
Not  Heat,  nor  Cold,  nor  Rain,  or  Frofb,  or  Snow 
Could  hinder,  but  he'd  to  their  Sermons  go : 
Aarons  Bells  chirred  from  far,  hecd  Run,  and  then 
His  Ravifh£d  Soul  Echo'd,  AMEN,  AMEN\ 

He  traverfl  oft  the  fierce  Atlantic  Sea, 
But,  PatmosofConfeJors,  tcwas  for  THEE. 
This  Voyage  Lands  him  on  the  Wiihed  more, 
From  Whence  this  Father  will  return  no  more, 
To  fit  the  Moderator  of  thy  Sages. 
But,  Tell  his  Z<?^/for  thee,  to  After  Ages, 

His 


Mr.  JOHN  WILSON.  45 

His  Care  to  Guide  his  Flock,  and  feed  his  Lambs, 
By  Words,  Works,  Prayers,  Pfalms,  Alms,  and 

ANAGRAMS : 

Thofe  Anagrams,  in  which  he  made  to  Start 
Out  of  meer  Nothings,  by  Creating  Art, 
Whole  Worlds  of  Counfil ;  did  to  Motes  Unfold 
Names,  till  they  Leffons  gave  Richer  than  Gold, 
And  Every  Angle  fo  Exactly  fay, 
It  fhould  out-fhine  the  brighter!  Solar  Ray. 

Sacred  his  Verfe,  Writ  with  a  Cherubs  Quill ; 
But  thofe  Wing'd  Chorifters  of  Zion-Hill, 
Pleascd  with  the  Notes,  callcd  him  a  part  to  bear, 
With  Them,  where  he  his  Anagram  did  hear, 

3F  $rap  Come  in,  i^eartilp  HMcome;  Sir. 


EPITAPHIUM. 


Thinking,  what  EPITAPH,  I  fhould  Offer 
unto  the  Grave  of  this  Worthy  Man,  I  call'd 
unto  Mind,  the  fitteft  in  the  World,  which 
was  directed  for  him,  immediately  upon  his 
Death,  by  an  Honourable  Perfon,  who  flill 

Continues 


46  €&e  Ilife  of  &c, 

Continues  the  fame  Lover,  as  well  as  In/lance, 
of  Learning  and  Vertue,  that  he  was,  when 
he  Then  advised  them  to  give  Mr.  Wilfon  this 

EPITAPH. 

Andnow  Abides  FAITH,  HOPE,&CHARITIE, 

But  CHARITIE'S   the  Great  eft  of  the  Three. 

To  which  this  might  be  added,  from 
another  Hand, 

A  urea,  qu<e  (obftupes  refer  ens  !)  Primteva  Vetuftas 

Condidit  Arcano,  S^cula  Apoilolica, 

Ojfficijs,  Donifque  itidem  Sanctifftmus  Heros, 

WI LSO  N  US,  tacitis  Protulit  Ex  Tenebris. 


ELEGY 


SEVEN   YOUNG    MINISTERS 


OR, 

A  Servant  of  the  LORD 

Found  jRCSt)}?  for  the 

Coming  of  the  LORD. 

A  Difcourfe 

Occafioned  by  the  Catlt?  $&t&tl) 
of  SEVEN  Young 

Minifters, 

Within  a  Little  while  One  of  another : 
With  fome  ESSAY,  upon  their 
very  Commendable  and  Imitable 
CHARACTER. 


And  an  ELEGY  upon  them, 


Vigilare  debt*  omnts  ChriStianm,  ne  eum  im- 
farawm  invent  at  Domini  Adventus.  Impa- 
reitum  autem  inveniet  Dies  ilte,  quern  *wpa<. 
rttum  inveniet  Stue  VU&  ttlfimus  Dief. 

Aug.  ad  Diofcor. 

2BOffOn  t  Printed  &  Sold  by2&  (StCCtt 
/ic  the  South  End  of  the  Town.  1706* 


[*»] 

• 

On  the  GRAVES 

OF      MY 

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7»£fvllH|i  HP  I* +  41 1*  II  < 

\jjrn 

[    Carent  quia  vate  Sacro    ] 

Raves  \  Where  in  Duft  are  laid  our  deareft 
r,  PaJ/engers,  your  Tributary  Drops,  (Hopes  \ 
Your  'Tears  Allow'd,  yea,  Hallowed  now  become, 
Since  Tears  were  drop't  by  JESUS  on  a  Tomb. 
Churches,  Weep  on  ;  &  Wounded  yield  your  Tears ; 
Tears  ufe  to  flow  from  hack't  New-English  Firrs. 
Zion,  Thy  Sons  are  gone  ;  Tho'  men  might  fee 
This  and  that  Man,  brave  Men,  were  born  in  thee. 
Tell,  what  they  were  ;  Let  thy  True  'Trumpet  tell 
Truth  of  the  Sons  of  Truth,  and  how  they  fell. 
Sure,  when  our  Sev'n  did  to  their  Seats  retire, 
Th'  Harmonious  Nine  did  not  with  them  expire. 
Smooth  Numbers  firft  were  form'd  for  Themes  like 
T'  immortalize  deferving  Memories.  (thefe  ; 

Firft,  What  they  were  not,  Say ;  For  they  were  Not 
Such  as  their  Mother  might  account  a  Blot. 


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|^0t  fuch  as  to  the  Sacred  Prieft-hood  fly, 
Meerly  as  to  a  Craft,  to  Live  thereby. 
|^Dt,  who  at  Church  feem  Serious  and  Demure, 
But  out  of  it,  no  StriBnefs  can  Endure. 
|^0t  those  who  dare  Jest  with  Gods  awful  Word 
And  Lewdly  can  Play  with  the  Flaming  Sword. 
|^0t  the  Black  Folks,  where  nothing  White  we  know 
But  what  an  Open  d  Mouth  may  chance  to  fhow. 
J]5ot  Snuffs,  inftead  of  Stars ;  (the  Room,  no  doubt, 
Would  Sweeter  be,  if  Such  were  turned  out.) 
|^0t  Blind-men  [So  the  Talmuds  reckon  them  !] 
Who  Dark  themfelves,  hold  Lights  to  other  men. 
|^0t  Lads,  whom  for  their  Levity  alone 
The  Punning  Tribe,  De  Tribu  Levi,  own. 
|^pt  who  to  Pulpits  hop  Unfledg'd  and  there 
Talk  twice  a  Week,  and  Preach  not  once  a  year. 
|^0t  thofe  who  do  the  Pious  Neighbour  Shun, 
But  to  the  Wicked  Sons  of  Belial  run. 
|^0t  those  who  hate  their  Work,  as  Boyes  the  Rod, 
And  hate  and  flout  Laborious  Men  of  God. 

Ifjuch  there  are  ;  'fake.  Lord,  thy  Holy  Scourge, 
And  from  Juch  Nujances,  thy  Temple  Purge  ! 

Notjuch  my  Sons  ;  by  Zion  fo  we're  told  ; 

Sons  comparable  to  the  Finefl  Gold. 

But,  What  they  were,  Fair  Lady,  canft  thou  fay, 

What  thy  Loft  Seven,  and  not  faint  away  ! 
For  with  her  Seven  Sons,  and  fuch  as  thefe, 
Dy'd  the  brave  Mother  of  the  Maccabees. 

Mirrours  of  Piety  they  were,  and  knew 

Betimes,  how  to  be  Wife  and  Good  and  True. 

Early 


31 

Early  the  Larks  Praife  to  their  Maker  Sung ; 

So  Saint  Macarius,  Old  while  very  Young, 

The  Towns  to  which  they  did  their  Toyls  difpenfe 

Them  their  Bright  Glory  thought,  &  Strong  Defence. 

The  'Tears  of  their  Bereaved  Flocks  Proclaime 

More  than  could  Marble  Pyramids  their  Name. 

Thefe  were  N.  England's  Pride ;  But  Humbly  Show'd 

Men  might  be/0,  and  not  themfehes  be  Proud. 

Dryden  Sayes,  Look  the  Reformation  round. 

No  'Treatije  <?/ Jl^umilitp  is  found. 

Dry  den,  Thou  Ly'fl ;  They  Write,  and  more  than 

They  Live  Humility  ;  they  can  be  low.  ( fo, 

Low  thefe  were  always  in  their  own  Efteem, 

But  the  more  highly  we  Efleemed  them. 

Low-roof  d  the  temples,  but  more  Stately  than 

St.  Sophy  s,  built  by  Great  Juftinian, 

The  Proud  might  trample  on  them  as  on  Earth, 

But  glorious  Mines  of  Worth  lay  underneath. 

Firft  they  did  all  to  Kiriath-Sepher  go ; 
And  then  a  Church  did  Heav'n  on  them  beffcow. 
By  Learning  firft  their  Lamps  were  made  to  Blaze, 
And  Incenfe  each  then  on  the  Altar  layes. 
The  Liberal  Arts  they  knew;  but  underftood 
Moft  Thine,  Great  Antonine  ;  That,  [To  be  Good.~\ 
And  Good  to  Do,  This  was  their  main  Delight ; 
For  This  they  did  all  Youths  vain  Pleafure  Sleight. 

While  fuch  rare  Youths  mufl  Dy,  no  Lawyers  wit 
(Not  AJgils]  can  abate  Death's  Fatal  Writ, 
Mufl  fuch  fee  but  a  Finger  of  the  Span 
That  is  to  meafure  the  Frail  Life  of  man  ! 

C  Yet 


32  an 

Yet  we'l  demand  Eternity  for  them  ; 

And  they  fhall  Live  too  in  Eternal  Fame. 
Reckon,  O  Jews,  your  Priejily  Elemi/hesy 
Forty  above  an  Hundred,  if  you  pleafe  : 
A  Prieft  for  each  of  thefe  did  lofe  his  call ; 
But  Ours,  to  all  appear' d  ftill  free  from  all. 
The  Power  of  your  fine  Loadjlones,  wondrous  Great, 
Report,  ye  Mafters  of  the  Cabinet : 
Loadftones  in  weight  a  Dram  ;  well-Shodden  they 
Pull  up  what  near  'Two  Hundred  Drams  will  weigh. 
Our  Potent  Loadjlones  more  attractive  were ; 
And  more  the  Sphere  of  their  Activity  extended  far. 

Now,  Panciroty  upon  my  honeft  Word, 
The  Loft  Sepulchral  Lamps,  are  Now  Reftor'd. 
Our  Saints,  to  whom  do  Serve  as  Ojy/,  our  Tears, 
Bright  Lamps,  they  glare  ftill  in  their  Sepulchres. 

My  CLARK  was  One.     And  fuch  a  Clark  as  he 
Synods  si  Angels  would  take  theirs  to  be. 
Faintly  to  Praife  a  Youth  of  fuch  Defert, 
Were  but  to  Shoot  indeed  vile  Slanders  Dart. 
See  but  his  Wafted  Flejh  ;  T'was  Flaming  Zeal 
That  Melted  him  :  The  Flame  is  burning  ftill. 
Methinks  I  fee  his  Ravifh'd  Hearers  wait 
And  long  to  hear  ftill  his  next  Heavnly  'Treat. 
Look  ;  The  Fat  Cloud,  what  Oracles  he  pours 
On  Thirfty  Souls  in  moft  Expedient  Showres  \ 
His  Preaching  much,  but  more  his  Practice  wrought ; 
A  Living  Sermon  of  the  Truths  he  Taught. 
So  all  might  See  the  Doctrines  which  they  Heard, 
And  way  to  Application  fairly  clear' d. 

Strong 


an  €ie0p.  33 

Strong  were  the  Charms  of  that  Sinceritie 

Which  made  his  Works  well  with  his  Words  agree. 

Painter ',  Thy  Pencils  take.    Draw  firft,  a  Face 
Shining^  (but  by  himfelf  not  feen)  with  Grace. 
An  Heav'n  touch'd  Eye,  where  [what  of  Kens  is  told] 
One  might,  MY  GOD,  in  Capitals  behold. 
A  Mouth,  from  whence  a  Label  fhall  proceed, 
And  [O  LOVE  CHRIST]  the  Motto  to  be  Read. 
An  Hand  flill  open  to  relieve  the  Poor, 
And  by  Difperjlng  to  increaje  the  Store. 

Such  was  my  CLARK  ;  fo  did  he  Look,  and  fo 
Much  more  than  Look,  or  Speak,  fo  did  he  Do. 
Botanifts,  Boaft  your  Palm-Free,  whence  arife 
More  than  Three  Hundred  rich  Commodities. 
Write,  Perjian  Poet,  that  brave  Tree  to  Praife, 
As  many  Songs  as  in  the  year  be  Dayes. 
My  CLARK  more  Vertues  had  ;  So  muft  the  Tree 
Too  rich  for  Earth,  to  Heav'n  tranfplanted  be. 

HUBBARD  Another.    When  the  Youth  they  faw, 
So  Wife,  Their  Love  he  challeng'd,  &  their  Awe. 
Older  Spectators  fed  their  wondering  Eyes, 
With  Love,  to  fee  Young  Children  grow  fo  Wife. 
Envy  her  felf  grew  weary  of  her  Gall, 
And  gave  Confent,  he  fhould  be  Lovd  by  all. 
The  Pa/lor al  of  Gregory  the  Great, 
Won't  Say  how  well  he  fill'd  the  Paftors  Seat. 
In  Saving  Souls  his  Happy  Hours  he  fpent, 
And  Preach' d  Salvation  wherefoe're  he  went. 
A  CaJfiuS)  whom  the  Hearers  did  attend, 
With  conftant  Fear,  that  he  would  make  an  End. 
C2  His 


34  3n  Clegp. 

His  Life  a  Letter,  where  the  World  might  Spell 
Great  Bajils  Morals,  and  his  Death  the  Seal. 
The  Graces  which  were  Sparks  on  Earth  below, 
To  Glorious  Flames  in  Heavn  they  now  do  grow. 
Oh  !  Should  a  Star  drop  from  the  Sky  to  us, 
We  fhould  with  Reverence  admire  it  thus  ! 
For  fuch  a  Child  of  Jacob  there  Unite 
Th'  Egyptian  Weeping  with  the  Ifraelite. 
So  has  his  After-Beams  the  Setting  Sun  ; 
Tho'  he  be  Set,  his  Splendor  is  not  gone. 

Adieu,  My  CLARK  ;  my  HUBBARD,  thus  Adieu  ; 

A  Pair  well  Paralleled  we  had  in  you. 

Grave  Plutarch,  Hadft  thou  Liv'd  till  now,  the  Pair 

Would  have  engrofs'd  thy  Pen,  they  Look  fo  fair. 

Such  Gifts  as  thefe  by  Heav'n  beftow'd  on  Men, 

Muft  juft  be  Show'n,  and  then  call'd  back  agen  ! 
Lord,  Why  fo  foon,  fuch  Fruitful  Trees  cut  down  ! 
No  Wood  of  Such,  was  on  the  Altar  known. 
Trees  not  cut  down,  [the  Glorious  Anfwer  is,] 
But  all  Tranjlated  into  Paradife. 
From  the  OJtuick  Seizure  of  the  greedy  Grave 
Her  Darling  Sons  my  Country  cannot  Save. 
But,  Grave,  Thou  malt  not  fo  thy  Prey  confume, 
As  ever  Buried  in  Oblivions  Womb. 
Thus  Thetis  Comforted  her  Short-Liv  d  Son, 
Dy  Toung,  Longjhalt  thou  be  Admird  when  Dead  &  Gone. 

One  of  the  Pleiades  long  fince  withdrew. 

And  Heav'n  but  Six,  does  of  the  Seven  {hew. 

If  all  the  reft  fhould  chance  to  hide  their  Face, 

My  Seven  Stars  may  well  Supply  their  Place. 
Now,  hold,  my  Pen  ;  Plato  of  old  would  have 
But  Four  Heroick  Lines  upon  a  Grave. 

Help  me,  my  God,  at  Work  like  them  to  be  ; 
And  take  their  Deaths  as  Watch-words  unto  me. 

Ex 


H 


[35] 

Ex  Paulini  Panegyrico  in  Oblitum  Celji. 

Eu,  quid  agam  ?  Dubia  Pendens  Pietate  Labor  o^ 


Gratuler  an  Do/earn  ?  Dignus  utroque  Puer. 
Cujus  Amor  Lacrymas  et  Amor  mihi  Gaudia  Suadet ; 

Sed  Gaudere  Fides  >  Flere  jubet  Pietas. 
Tarn  Modicum  Patribus,  tarn  dulci  e  pignore  Fructum 

Defleo  in  Exiguo  Temporis  eJJ'e  datum. 
Ltetor  Obiffe  brevi  functum  Mortalia  Seclo, 

Ut  cito  divinas  Confequeretur  Opes. 


ELEGY  AND  EPITAPH 

EZEKIEL    CHEEVER 
1708 


Corderius    Americanus. 


UPON 
The  Good  EDUCATION  of  CHILDREN. 

Aroi  what  may  Hopefully  be  Attempted,  for 
the  Hope  of  the  PL  0  CK. 

FUNERAL  ASERMON] 

UPON 

Mr.  EZEKIEL  CHEEVER. 

The  Ancient  and  Honourable    MASTER  of  the 
FREE-SCHOOL  in  Bojto*. 

Vho  left  off,  but  when  Mortality  took  him  off,  in] 
A*g*fa  1708.  the  Ninety  Fourth  Year  of  his  AgcJ 

With  w  ELEGY  and  ati  EPITAPH  upon  him. 
By  one  tktit  was  once  a  SohoUr  to  hhn. 


'eftcr  [-CHEEVERUS,  ]  cum  fc    wofuu^  vou  wonmr.l 


{BOSTON,  Printed  by  J«*»  All**,  flbr  NichUs  So 
at  the   Sign    of  the  Bible  i.n  GrdMf,  near  th 
Cornet ^  <yf  Scbotl-ft'reet.    1708* 


GRATITUDINIS   ERGO. 


An  E  S  S  A  Y  on  the  Memory  of  my 
Venerable    MASTER; 

€?e&fel  CJjeetoer, 

Augujloperjlringere  Carmine  Laudes. 
ghtas  nulla  Eloquij  vis  Celebrare  queat, 

X7"OU  that  are  Menfe  Thoughts  of  Manhood  know, 
*   Be  Juft  now  to  the  Man  that  made  you  fo. 

Martyr  d  by  Scholars  the  ftabb'd  Cajfian  dies, 

And  falls  to  curfed  Lads  a  Sacrifice. 
Not  fo  my  CHEEVER  ;  Not  by  Scholars  flam, 
But  Prais'd,  and  Lov'd,  and  wifh'd  to  Life  again. 
A  mighty  Tribe  of  Well-inftructed  Youth 
Tell  what  they  owe  to  him,  and  Tell  with  Truth. 
All  the  Eight  farts  of  Speech  he  taught  to  them 
They  now  Employ  to  Trumpet  his  Efteem. 
They  fill  Fames  Trumpet,  and  they  fpread  a  Fame 
To  laft  till  the  Lajl  Trumpet  drown  the  fame. 


Magifter  pleas'd  them  well,  becaufe  'twas  be ; 
They  faw  that  Bonus  did  with  it  agree. 
While  they  faid,  Amo,  they  the  Hint  improve 
Him  for  to  make  the  Object  of  their  Love. 
No  Concord  fo  Inviolate  they  knew 
As  to  pay  Honours  to  their  Matter  due. 
With  Interjections  they  break  off  at  laft, 
But,  Aby  is  all  they  ufe,  Wo,  and,  Alas  ! 
We  Learnt  Profodia,  but  with  that  Defign 
Our  Matters  Name  mould  in  our  Verfes  fhine. 
Our  Weeping  Ovid  but  inftrudled  us 
To  write  upon  bis  Death,  De  Triftibus. 
Tully  we  read,  but  ftill  with  this  Intent, 
That  in  bis  praife  we  might  be  Eloquent. 
Our  Stately  Virgil  made  us  but  Contrive 
As  our  Anchifes  to  keep  bim  Alive. 
When  Phcenix  to  Achilles  was  affign'd 
A  Ma/ler,  then  we  thought  not  Homer  blind : 
A  Phoenix,  which  Oh  !  might  his  AJhes  mew ! 
So  rare  a  Thing  we  thought  our  Majler  too. 
And  if  we  made  a  Theme,  'twas  with  Regret 
We  might  not  on  his  Worth  mow  all  our  Wit, 

Go  on,  ye  Grateful  Scholars,  to  proclame 
To  late  Pofterity  your  Mafters  Name. 
Let  it  as  many  Languages  declare 
As  on  L0r*//0-Table  do  appear. 

Too  much  to  be  by  any  one  expreft  : 
Pll  tell  my  share,  and  you  fhall  tell  the  reft. 
Ink  is  too  vile  a  Liquor  ;  Liquid  Gold 
Should  fill  the  Pen,  by  which  fuch  things  are  told. 
The  Book  fhould  dmyantbus-P&per  be 
All  writ  with  Gold,  from  all  corruption  free. 

A 


C    *8    ] 

A  Learned  Matter  of  the  Languages 
Which  to  Rich  Stores  of  Learning  are  the  Keyes ; 
He  taught  us  firlt  Good  Senfe  to  underfband 
And  put  the  Golden  Keyes  into  our  Hand, 
We  but  for  him  had  been  for  Learning  Dumb, 
And  had  a  fort  of  Turki/k  Mutes  become. 
Were  Grammar  quite  Extinct,  yet  at  his  Brain 
The  Candle  might  have  well  been  lit  again. 
If  Rhefrick  had  been  ftript  of  all  her  Pride 
She  from  his  Wardrobe  might  have  been  Supply'd. 
Do  but  Name  CHEEVER,  and  the  Echo  ftraight 
Upon  that  Name,  Good  Latin,  will  Repeat. 
A  Chri/iian  Terence,  M after  of  the  File 
That  arms  the  Curious  to  Reform  their  Style. 
Now  Rome  and  Athens  from  their  Afhes  rife ; 
See  their  Platonick  Tear  with  vafl  furprize  : 
And  in  our  School  a  Miracle  is  wrought ; 
For  the  Dead  Languages  to  Life  are  brought. 

His  Work  he  Lov'd :  Oh  !  had  we  done  the  fame  ! 
Our  Play-dayes  ftill  to  him  ungrateful  came. 
And  yet  fo  well  our  Work  adjufted  Lay, 
We  came  to  Work,  as  if  we  came  to  Play. 

Our  Lads  had  been,  but  for  his  wondrous  Cares, 

Boyes  of  my  Lady  Mores  unquiet  Pray'rs. 

Sure  were  it  not  for  fuch  informing  Schools, 

Our  Lafran  too  would  foon  be  fill'd  with  Owles. 

TisCORLET'spains,&CHEEVER's,wemuftown, 

That  thou,  New-England,  are  not  Scythia  grown. 

The  IJles  of  Silly  had  o're-run  this  Day 

The  Continent  of  our  America. 
Grammar  he  taught,  which  'twas  his  work  to  do  : 
But  he  would  Hagar  have  her  place  to  know. 

The 


The  Bible  is  the  Sacred  Grammar,  where 
The  Rules  of /peaking  well,  contained  are. 
He  taught  us  Lilly,  and  he  Go/pel  taught  ; 
And  us  poor  Children  to  our  Saviour  brought. 
Mafter  of  Sentences,  he  gave  us  more 
Then  we  in  our  Sententia  had  before. 
We  Learn' t  Good  Things  in  Tullies  Offices ; 
But  we  from  him  Learn't  Better  things  than  thefe. 
With  Catos  he  to  us  the  Higher  gave 
Leflbns  of  JESUS,  that  our  Souls  do  fave. 
We  Conftru'd  Ovid's  Metamorp ho/is, 
But  on  our  felves  charg'd,  not  a  Change  to  mifs. 
Young  Auflin  wept,  when  he  faw  Dido  dead, 
Tho,  not  a  Tear  for  a  Loft  Soul  he  had  : 
Our  Mafter  would  not  let  us  be  fo  vain, 
But  us  from  Virgil  did  to  David  train, 
Textors  Epiftles  would  not  Cloathe  our  Souls  ; 
Pauls  too  we  heard  ;  we  went  to  School  at  Pauls. 
Syrs,  Do  you  not  Remember  well  the  Times, 
When  us  he  warn'd  againft  our  Youthful  Crimes : 
What  Honey  dropt  from  our  old  Neftors  mouth 
When  with  his  Counfels  he  Reform'd  our  Youth  : 
How  much  he  did  to  make  us  Wife  and  Good; 
And  with  what  Prayers,  his  work  he  did  conclude. 
Concerned,  that  when  from  him  we  Learning  had, 
It  might  not  Armed  Wickednefs  be  made  ! 
The  Sun  fhall  firft  the  Zodiac  forfake, 
And  Stones  unto  the  Stars  their  Flight  fhall  make : 
Firft  mail  the  Summer  bring  large  drifts  of  Snow, 
And  beauteous  Cherries  in  December  grow ; 
E're  of  thofe  Charges  we  Forgetful  are 
Which  we,  O  man  of  God,  from  thee  did  hear. 

Such 


[    30    ] 

Such  Tutors  to  the  Little  Ones  would  be 

Such  that  in  Flefh  we  ihould  their  Angels  fee ; 

Ezekiel  fhould  not  be  the  Name  of  fuch  ; 

We'd  Agathangelus  not  think  too  much, 
Who  Served  the  School,  the  Church  did  not  forget ; 
But  Thought,  and  Pray'd,  and  often  wept  for  it. 
Mighty  in  Prayer  :  How  did  he  wield  thee,  Pray'r ! 
Thou  Reverft  Thunder :  CHRIST's-Sides-piercing 
Soaring  we  faw  the  Bird  of  Paradije ;  (  Spear  ? 

So  Wing'd  by  Thee,  for  Flights  beyond  the  Skies. 
How  oft  we  faw  him  tread  the  Milky  Way> 
Which  to  the  Glorious  Throne  of  Mercy  lay  ! 

Come  from    the  Mount,  he  fhone  with  ancient 
Awful  the  Splendor  of  his  Aged  Face*  ( Grace, 

Cloath'd  in  the  Good  Old  Way,  his  Garb  did  wage 
A  War  with  the  vain  Fafhions  of  the  Age. 
Fearful  of  nothing  more  than  hateful  Sin  ; 
'Twas  that  from  which  he  laboured  all  to  win, 
Zealous ;  And  in  Truths  Caufe  ne'r  known  to  trim  ; 
No  Neuter  Gender  there  allow' d  by  him. 
Stars  but  a  Thou/and  did  the  Ancients  know ; 
On  later  Globes  they  Nineteen  hundred  grow  : 
Now  fuch  a  CHEEVER  added  to  the  Sphere; 
Makes  an  Addition  to  the  Lu/lre  there. 

Mean  time  America  a  Wonder  faw; 
A  Touth  in  Age,  forbid  by  Natures  Law. 

You  that  in  t'other  Hemifphere  do  dwell, 
Do  of  Old  Age  your  difmal  Stories  tell. 
You  tell  of  Snowy  Heads  and  Rheumy  Eyes 
And  things  that  make  a  man  himfelf  defpife: 
You  fay,  a.  frozen  Liquor  chills  the  Veins, 
And  fcarce  the  Shadow  of  a  Man  remains. 

Winter 


C  31  ] 

Winter  of  Life,  that  Saplefs  Age  you  call, 
And  of  all  Maladies  the  Ho/pital : 
The  Second  Nonage  of  the  Soul ;  the  Bram 
Cover'd  with  Cloud  ;  the  Body  all  in  pain. 
To  weak  Old  Age>  you  say,  there  mult  belong 
A  Trembling  Palfey  both  of  Limb  and  Tongue ; 
Dayes  all  Decrepit ;  and  a  Bending  Back, 
Propt  by  a  Staff^  in  Hands  that  ever  make. 

Nay,  Syrs,  our  CHEEVER  mall  confute  you  all. 
On  whom  there  did  none  of  thefe  Mifchefs  fall. 
He  Livd,  and  to  vaft  Age  no  Illnefs  knew ; 
Till  Times  Scythe  waiting  for  him  Rufty  grew. 
He  Liv'dznd  Wrought ;  His  Labours  were  Immenfe ; 
But  ne'r  Dec/in  d  to  Prater^perfeft  Tenfe. 
A  Blooming  Youth  in  him  at  Ninety  Four 
We  faw ;  But,  Oh  !  when  fuch  a  fight  before  ! 
At  Wondrous  Age  he  did  his  Youth  refume, 
As  when  the  Ragle  mew's  his  Aged  plume. 
With  Faculties  of  Reafon  ftill  fo  bright, 
And  at  good  Services  fo  Exquifite ; 
Sure  our  found  Chiliajl^  we  wondring  thought, 
To  the  Firft  RefurreElion  is  not  brought ! 
No,  He  for  That  was  waiting  at  the  Gate 
In  the  Pure  Things  that  fit  a  Candidate. 
He  in  Good  Actions  did  his  Life  Employ, 
And  to  make  others  Good,  he  made  his  Joy. 
Thus  well-appris'd  now  of  the  Life  to  Come, 
To  Live  here  was  to  him  a  Martyrdom. 
Our  brave  Macrobius  Long'd  to  fee  the  Day 
Which  others  dread,  of  being  Call'' *d  away. 
So,  Ripe  with  Age,  he  does  invite  the  Hook, 
Which  watchful  does  for  its  large  Harveft  look : 

Death 


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Death  gently  cut  the  Stalky  and  kindly  laid 
Him,  where  our  God  His  Granary  has  made. 

Who  at  New-Haven  firft  began  to  Teach, 
Dying  Un/kipwreck*  d,  does  White-Haven  reach. 
At  that  Fair  Haven  they  all  Storms  forget ; 
He  there  his  DAVENPORT  with  Love  does  meet. 

The  Luminous  Role,  the  Lofs  whereof  with  Shame 
Our  Parents  wept,  when  Naked  they  became ; 
Thofe  Lovely  Spirits  wear  it,  and  therein 
Serve  God  with  Priejlly  Glory ,  free  from  Sin. 

But  in  his  Paradifean  Reft  above, 
To  Us  does  the  Bleft  Shade  retain  his  Love. 
With  Rip'ned  Thoughts  Above  concerned  for  Us, 
We  can't  but  hear  him  dart  his  Wifhes,  thus. 

c  TUTORS,  Be  Stria  \  But  yet  be  Gentle  too  : 

( Don't  by  fierce  Cruelties  fair  Hopes  undo. 

c  Dream  not,  that  they  who  are  to  Learning  flow, 

*  Will  mend  by  Arguments  in  Ferio. 

( Who  keeps  the  Golden  Fleece,  Oh,  let  him  not 

*  A  Dragon  be,  tho'  he  Three  Tongues  have  got. 
c  Why  can  you  not  to  Learning  find  the  way, 
'  But  thro'  the  Province  of  Severia  ? 

c  Twas  Moderatus,  who  taught  Origen  ; 

c  A  Youth  which  prov'd  one  of  the  Beft  of  men. 

'  The  Lads  with  Honour  firft,  and  Reafon  Rule ; 

f  Blowes  are  but  for  the  Refractory  Fool. 

<  But,  Oh  !  Firft  Teach  them  their  Great  God  to  fear ; 

c  That  you  like  me,  with  Joy  may  meet  them  here. 

H'  has  faid  !— 

Adieu,  a  little  while,  Dear  Saint,  Adieu ; 
Your  Scholar  won't  be  Long,  Sir,  after  you. 
In  the  mean  time,  with  Gratitude  I  muft 
Engrave  an  EPITAPH  upon  your  Dufl. 


C    33     ] 

'Tis  true,  Excejfive  Merits  rarely  fafe : 

Such  an  Excefs   forfeits  an  Epitaph. 

But  if  Bafe  men  the  Rules  of  Juftice  break, 

The  Stones  ( at  leaft  upon  the  Tombs )  will  fpeak. 

Et  Tumulum  facite^  et  Tumulo  fuperaddite  carmen 

(Virg.  in  Daphn.) 

EPITAPHIUM. 

EZEKIEL  CHEEFERUS: 

Ludimagifter ; 
Primo  Neo-portenfis ; 
Deinde,  Ipfuicenfis ; 
Poilea,  Caroloteneniis 
Pofbremo,  Boftonenfis  : 

cujus 

Doctrinam  ac  Virtutem 
Noftri,  fi  Sis  Nov-Anglus, 
Colis,  fi  non  Barbarus ; 

GRAMMATICUS, 
a  Quo,  non  pure  tantum,  fed  et  pie, 

Loqui ; 

RHETORICUS, 
a  Quo  non  tantum  Ornate  dicere 

coram  Hominibus, 
Sed  et  Orationes  coram  Deo  fundere 
Efficacimmas ; 
P  O  E  T  A, 
a  Quo  non  tantum  Carmina  pangere, 

Sedef 

Caeleftes  Hymnos,  Odafq ;  Angelicas, 
canere, 

Dedice- 


[    34    ] 

Didicerunt, 
Qui  difcere  voluerunt ; 

LUCERNA, 
ad  Quam  accenfa  funt, 

Quis  queat  numerare, 
Quot  Ecclefiarum  Lumina? 

ET 
Qui  fecum  Corpus  Theologize  abftulit, 

Peritiflimus  THEOLOGUS, 
Corpus  hie  fuum  libi  minus  Charum, 

depofuit. 

Vixit  Annos,  XCIV. 
Docuit,  Annos,  LXX. 
Obijt,  A.D.  M.  DCC.  VIII. 

Et  quod  Mori  potuit, 
HEIC 

Expeclat  Exoptatq : 
Primam  Sandlorum  Refurrectionem 

ad 
Immortal  itatem. 

Evuvijs  debetur  Honos  Immortalitate  in  primare. 


FINIS. 


EPITAPHIUM 

WAIT    WINTHROP 
1717 


HADESLook'dinto. 


The  POWER  of  Our  Qreac 

SAVIOUR 

Over  the 

Invifible  World, 

and  the 

d5ates  of  3>eatij 

Which  lead  into  that  WORLD. 
Confidered,  In 

ASERMON 

Preached  at  the  jftttteral 

of  the  Honourable, 
Wait  Winibry  E% 

Who  Expired,  7  d.  IX  m.  1717. 

In  the  LXXVI  Year  of  his  Age. 

By  C.  MATHER,  D  D.  &  F.£& 


C  H  R  I  S  T  E  potent  rerwn  rcdeimtis  condifor  eevi> 
Vox  fumnn  fenfiifyue  D  El,  quern  fiidit  ab  alta 

debt  CONSORTI4  REGNl. 

Claud,  de  Cbrijl  ScrvMore. 

BOSTON:   Printed  by  T.  Cntmp>  1717 


[43] 


EPITAPHIUM. 

STA,  Viator; 
Tumulumque  mirare ; 
Et  Lacrymis  Publicis  adde  Tuas; 
Luge  jafturam  Publicam, 

Si  fis  pars  publici. 
PALATIUM  eft  hie  Locus, 

non  TUMULUS. 
Cinis  regitur  hoc  Marmore, 

Dignus  Lapide  Philofophorum  tegi, 
Quatuor  conduntur  in  hoc  Tumulo 

WINTHROPI; 
Qui  vel  Quatuor  orbis  partes 

ditare  fufficerent. 
tgnorat  Hiftorian1  Nov-Anglicanam 

qui  hanc  nefcit  Familiam : 
Parvi  pendet  virtutem  Univerfam 
qui  hanc  non  magni  facit. 

Horum  Ultimus 
hoc  coemeterium  ingreffus, 
WAIT  WINTHROP;  Armiger, 

G   2  Cujus 

1  A  broken  m  makes  this  word  as  printed. 


44         EPITATHIUM. 

Cujus  base  ultima  Laus  fuerit, 

Quod  primes  NOV-ANGLI^E 

Honores  gefferit, 
Fuit,  Ah,  FUIT! 
NOV-ANGLORUMDecusacTutamen; 

Lumen  et  Columen. 
MASSACHUSETTENSIS  Colonize 

Inftruftor  Exercituum, 
Generofus,  at  Pacificus ; 
Et  qui  pro  patria  et  pro  pace  mori  potuit. 
Provinciae,  CONSILIARIUS  primarius, 
cui  prima  fuit  Temper  cura, 
Ne  quid  R.  P.  detrimenti  caperet ; 
Et  in  quo  uno  plures  obierunt. 

JUDEX  praetorius, 
Qui    Juftitiam    atque    Clementiarn 

asque  coluit. 
Maximis    Regionis     perfundhis     Ho- 

noribus ; 
Quos  geffit  Honores,  Ornavit ; 

Quos  non  geffit,  meruit. 
Cum  finceritate  PIUS, 
Cum  integritate  PROBUS ; 
Ingenii  Caeleftis  ac  Modefti, 
Infra  fe  omnia  pofuit, 

fe  infra  omnes.  Benig- 


EPITAPHIUM.  45 

Benignus  erga  cunftos, 
Erga  Indigos  ac  Egenos  Benigniffimus. 
Ab  eo   nemo   Injuriam,   accepit,   etiam 

Inimicus ; 

Nemini  Inimicus  fuit, 
etiam  Injuriis  Laceffitus. 
Ab  eo  mifer  nemo  rejeftus, 
Pauper  nemo  Exclufus ; 
Nemo  unquam  receffit  iratus. 

MEDICINE  Peritus; 
Qui  Arcanis  vere  Aureis,  et  Auro  pre- 

ciofioribus  potitus ; 
Quaeque  et  Hippocratem  et  Helmontium 

latuerunt, 

Remedia  panacasafque  Adeptus ; 
Invalidos  omnes  ubicunque  fine  pretio 

fanitati  reftituit ; 
Et  pene  omnem  Naturam  fecit  Medi- 

cam. 

Qui  jam  fub  hoc  faxo  dormit  mortuus, 
Vivit  in  Cordibus  multorum,  imo  mil- 
Hum, 

quorum  vitas  prolongavit. 
W  I  N  T  H  R  O  P  I     merita     cum 

WINTHROPO, 
non  Funerabit  Oblivio.  Na- 


46 


EPITAPHIUM. 


Natus,  2yd.  XII  m.  1641. 
Denatus,  yd.  IX  m.    1717. 
Annum  Septuagejimum    Sextum    agens 

Moritur, 

Cui  milk  Annorum  Vitam, 
Et  plufquam  Methufalemiticam,  op- 

tarunt 
Quibus  Vita  chara,  fuperftites. 


FINIS. 


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